Friday, February 27, 2015

Ordinary Extraordinary


February 28, 2015 
by TLC Nielsen

                  Do not ask your children
                        to strive for extraordinary lives.
                        Such striving may seem admirable,
                        But it is the way of foolishness.
                        Help them instead to find the wonder
                        And the marvel of an ordinary life.
                        Show them the joy of tasting
                        Tomatoes, apples and pears.
                        Show them how to cry
                        When pets and people die.
                        Show them the infinite pleasure
                        In the touch of a hand.
                        And make the ordinary come alive for them.
                        The extraordinary will take care of itself.
William Martin, The Parent’s Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for Modern Parents

This quote sits to the right of my computer. It reminds me of the power of the simple things of life.

The power of one person in this adventure called life cannot be easily constrained and stuffed into words on a page. But I’m attempting that at my blog, to share the ordinary extraordinary true stories of folks in my life. It’s in the simple events of life that the importance of the ordinary individual shines through. This month I'd love to share the life of someone who taught me the marvels of ordinary things such as the beauty of seeds under a microscope and the joy of aiding a turtle across the road - botanist Linda W. Curtis.

Photograph by Jim Curtis

I nominated my mother, Linda, this year for Lake County Suburban Life’s Lake County Leaders, people who make a difference behind the scenes in Lake County. She was one of 8 nominees chosen for special recognition by the newspaper. I wrote about my mom in a recent guest blog for the 10 Minute Novelist, Katharine Grubb (www.10minutenovelist.com)  As an original “Ordinary Extra-ordinary” person – mom,  great grandmother,  retired college professor, artist, Kindergarten teacher, photographer and botanist – Linda Curtis is a down-to-earth person I’d love to introduce to you.

My mom worked three jobs to put herself through college, where she met my dad. While a mom of three, she finished her masters degree in botany. Her garden kept our family fed. Her many jobs (sign painter, landlady, part-time college professor) kept us financially afloat. She became a full-time college professor in her 50’s and retired to botanical research, ending up in ditches, bogs and beaches.

Q) You are a well-known botanist - how did you first get interested in plants?
A) When I was small, the Quaker Oats box advertised an offer for iris and lily bulbs for 25 cents. My mother bought them and planted them outside the door of my families log-sided home. I was enamored of the color and design, yellow iris followed by orange lilies. And all around, Scottish bluebells.

Q) Tell us more about your childhood! Where did you grow up and what were you like?
A) I grew up in a wonderful neighborhood, a street of mostly owner-constructed homes with families sharing the same economic problems of World War 2. Victory gardens were necessary and I tended the family garden with my brothers, but also raised strawberries and raspberries like my grandparents who lived next door. I walked miles with my grandfather during the wild berry seasons, Juneberry, strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, blackberry. And harvests from the garden were grand with carrots and potatoes that went into the root cellar with all of Grandmother’s preserves.

What was I like? My grandmother called me “Sunshine”. I would like to think that was a pleasant disposition. I was a good student, walked a mile to school every day, including brutal northern Wisconsin weather.

Q) Where did your love of nature take you through school?
A) Those were the days... when you could pick wildflowers on the side of the road and take them to your smiling teacher. And the bog I walked past to reach our home was full of pink moccasin flowers, hundreds as far as my eyes could see. A bouquet of wildflowers in a vase by my bed meant I woke up to beauty every morning in summer and fall. Then progress came to our northern town and the local dime store sold potted plants. When I was 13, I bought my first plant, a Pothos ivy that I still have today.

In science classes, I may have been the only student to illustrate my assignments. I remember the science teacher liked them. My father was an artist/ painter/musician so I thought everyone drew or painted at night and made your own music. This was before television.  And we had the direct order from my father that sounded like “Thou shalt not use anyone else’s drawing or artwork.” Coloring books were not allowed. In school, teachers scolded me for coloring outside the lines and making blends and textures. My work was seldom on the bulletin board for display as I had poor handwriting.

When the Korean War was over, the GI Bill helped returning soldiers go to college and become teachers. I was one of the lucky benefactors in that they taught what they knew, the math of trajectory and ballistics, and were strong in teaching science. The textbooks of the day improved greatly, so as long as you could read, you’d never be bored. I read my two older brothers textbooks when brought home for homework assignments. I could hardly wait for them to finish. Luckily, flashlights had been invented so kids could read under their blankets at night.

Q) What were your interests outside of botany?
A) The local library was my lifeline. I read the reference books over and over as I could not take them home. I especially enjoyed the volumes on Lepidoptera, butterflies and moths and made a wonderful collection of my own. I now write occasionally for Wisconsin Entomology Society News-letter and send images of insects I find to UF-Gainesville Entomology Department.

Q) What careers have you had outside of being a scientist?
A) The most sacred, as mother of God’s children. Just as I learned our true parent was Father-Mother-God, I knew my children were on loan to me, and I was their caregiver and provider. Later, when they were in college and I couldn’t find enough part-time teaching jobs, I used my free-hand calligraphy skills and began a paper sign business for store windows that helped put the kids through college. Also, I took out a loan as a down payment on a duplex apartment. The kids helped with cleaning and painting, and later, my granddaughters worked for me. What a blessing.

Q) When did you know you wanted to be a teacher?
A) In college, although I started my freshman year in Medical Technology and took general science and courses, I thought it would be enjoyable to teach earth science and biology. I had excellent mentors.

Q) What was the most unique aspect of family life with you being a scientist?
A) Just plain fun! Games and experiments, field trips and camping, the natural world was all around us.

Q) How did you end up publishing your own books?
A) Rejection letters!

Q) You are a speaker as well as a scientist and author. Who in your family was the most like you?
A) All of our children are talented as speakers and writers.

Q) What current projects are you working on?
A) With Bog-Fen Carex, my third book, at the printer I can finish Dunes Carex and Central Florida Carex. I also put my science reports and funny stories on my website, www.curtistothethird.com

Q) What’s in store for you in the future?
A) A brilliant future of endless possibilities, it just gets better.



Saturday, January 31, 2015

Extraordinary Ordinary (blog by TLC)


Welcome to the renewed lookandbe.blogspot.com! As a lot of ordinary folks started sharing their extraordinary stories with me over coffee, at church and in life this year, I knew I needed to find a way to share these adventures with others. I’m so glad God had me take the time to look and be with those around me, hearing about the extraordinary ordinary. Thanks for taking the time to read this month's amazing story. On the last day of each month, I'll have another ordinary person's journey to share!

Last year, I bumped into a man at church and he shared with me the fascinating story of his father. While a soldier in the Korean War, Jonathan’s father had inadvertently helped an international organization get started! This organization, Compassion International, has touched the lives of more than 1,400,00 children worldwide through their staff, the people in the international partner churches and the children sponsors.

I asked Jonathan Rund if he’d share his father's story on my blog and he agreed. I hope this Question and Answer session with him will inspire you as much as it did me.

Q: Jonathan, thank you so much for taking the time to tell us about your father’s story. First off, what can you tell us about your dad?

A: I will happily speak of the faith of my dad, Elmer Rund.  Elmer was serving in the United States Air Force during the Korean War as an aircraft mechanic and was in constant danger.  He was almost 29 years of age when, in 1951, he was strolling through a small village called Chinae and encountered a young orphan boy of 8 or 9 years of age. The boy was begging for food.  Thankfully, our military folks would buy food for these dear orphans at that time, which my dad did that day.  However, other older boys approached asking for alcohol from Dad and he resolutely told them “no!” because he knew this was not good and he himself had had problems with alcohol.

The little orphan boy, still with him, was enthralled by dad’s action.  With all the sincerity a young boy could muster, and in broken English he asked dad “Sargie, are you a Christian?”  These five words would rock his life forever! Dad didn’t know how to respond, but the boy was waiting an answer.  Dad knew he’d been to Church at times growing up in Cary, Illinois, but didn’t know much else. As the boy waited dad falsely answered  “yes” thinking that church going was the same as being a Christian. The little boy was ecstatic! He began to jump and delight himself that he’d met another Christian. Dad wasn’t sure what had happened, he’d never seen a boy so joyful.

The remainder of that walk in the village ended with more older boys seeking alcohol. Yet, before they could get close enough to dad to request it, the little boy had run up to them and with both fists exclaimed “No, no, no…Christian!” Dad realized the boy was trying to protect him from the evil in the village. He also knew that this little guy had something to live for and he himself did not.

After this event took place, for two full months, my dad would be working on the aircraft and the Spirit of God would bring back five words to him, “Sargie, are you a Christian?”  “I told him I was,” my dad recalls.  “But am I?”  It seemed that nothing else mattered to him than the answer to that question.  But how to become a Christian?  That’s another matter altogether.

Just two month’s later Dad heard about an evangelist-missionary coming to speak to the American troops and this man was from Chicago, where Dad was from. He had heard that missionaries lived exciting lives and so he went to one of the meetings in the little Chapel. That night Rev. Everett Swanson spoke about the great white throne judgment in Revelation and how the “dead, small and great, would stand before God” and that there was a book with the names of the saints there. He asked the attendees whether their name was written in “The Lamb’s Book of Life". Under the influence and leading of the Holy Spirit, my dad realized his sin and need of a Savior and trusted completely in the work of Christ for his salvation.

He somehow discovered Rev. Everett Swanson’s concern for the orphans of the Korean conflict and knew that he needed help.  A short time later Dad felt compelled to give all of his money to the Lord’s work as an act of full obedience and discipleship to the Lord.  He had a hefty savings account at the time, enough to purchase a house, a car and possibly start a business after the war was over. Ultimately, he ended up writing six checks for $1,000 each.  He mentioned that this was one of the happiest days of his life even to the end of his life.

What Dad did not know, for over 40 years, is that one of those checks labeled “for the needy of Korea” helped to launch the ministry that is now called Compassion International.  Though they met in Chicago a short time later at a Church and may have shared a platform speaking, it is uncertain whether Rev. Swanson connected the check sent to my dad when they met!  Dad would discover this fact upon a visit to the headquarters of Compassion International many years later.           


Q: Now that we know a little bit about your dad, when did he first mention his connection to Compassion to you? Or if he didn’t, how did you find out about your dad’s involvement?

A: We grew up supporting four Korean orphan children and we knew that Compassion was the supporting organization. We also knew that Dad had come to saving faith in Christ as a result of Rev. Everett Swanson. But that was the extent of the connection.

Q: In this amazing connection of events, I have to ask what surprised you the most?

A:  I think the biggest surprise is that God kept this silent from my dad and our family, the fact that his donation had been the seed money for this organization all these years.

Q: How did knowing all this affect you and your family?

A: We’ve always been delighted to support Compassion children. I believe that all of my parents’ seven children have done so at one time or another and some are supporting quite a few orphans. Even today, my mom at 92 still supports a 12 year old boy from the Philippines!  Once we found out about his role in the start of the ministry, we just were overjoyed!

Q:  How did God use this in your life?

A: For me personally, it was a good reminder to me that any act of sincere devotion to Christ will have untold blessings for the world, though it is done in secret!  I like to tell folks that had Dad invested those $6,000 in some decent stock in the early 1950’s he could have been a multi-millionaire. But he has far more eternal riches in heaven, and over 1,400,000 children have been educated, fed, clothed and spiritually fed due to acts of obedience of this kind!  What is more valuable than a changed life?  I recently told this very story to a group of over 300 freshmen students in a local high school and what a joy to tell this story as they consider what their lives are all about.

Q:  Has Compassion shared their side of the story too?

A: The Compassion side of the story is briefly told on their website: http://www.compassion.com/about/history/1950s/default.htm. The story was also told in their 50 year celebration book called ONE, pages 5-13.

Q: What strikes you as the number one lesson God has provided through this?

A: Perhaps one of the main lessons is that Our Lord encouraged both Rev. Swanson and my dad, Elmer Rund, to consider the costs of doing something for Him and His kingdom and they both obeyed.
In hindsight, we can see that their sincere obedience to God with real world faith engendered something of incalculable value.

If you'd like to share your own extraordinary ordinary experience, please email me at soulfixer13 (at) yahoo (dot) com and we'll chat.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Temporarily Unavailable


2-23-14
tlc

In a joking conversation with my better half, it came up that my spouse was “temporarily unavailable.” We laughed about it but God brought up the conversation later during my devotional time.  He simply asked me how often I became temporarily unavailable- to those around me, to my church, to work, to my family and closest friends?  It was just at work that I could answer I was completely available. Why? Because that’s my job.
God didn’t have to point out that I had my priorities mixed up. I knew that the moment answered Him.  I wanted to give more reasons to explain my response– our society, time, expectations... Yet I focused on why He asked. 
Just think, God is THE ONLY ONE permanently available.  
To me that was the most important point of His question. I still stop and find myself awestruck at His availability – any time, any where. The question was asked so I would understand His essence and choose whether or not to become like Him in this.  People are His priority!

So if He asked you this question – how often do you become temporarily unavailable- how would you respond? What areas are you best at being completely available?



Saturday, December 7, 2013

Should I Stay or Should I Go?



10/9/13 

I’ve been reading through Jeremiah these past few months, using Moody’s Today in the Word’s September 2012 issue. Great bible study material! I save all the issues and pray over which one God would have me study. In the book of Jeremiah, God has gripped me with the practicalities of walking with God, something God’s own people had difficulty with in the Old Testament days.

Today I read chapters 40-44 and found myself shocked with the situation the Israelites faced at that point. The Babylonians had conquered Jerusalem and God had repeatedly spoken through Jeremiah to the people that they should stay and handle the difficulties and included the promise that He would restore them once they turned back to Him. Jonanon and the people just got up and left Jerusalem and were about to retreat to Egypt when they stopped to ask Jeremiah to seek God’s will in their travel. Jeremiah, not used to having them listen to God’s prophecy, made sure they really wanted to know and follow God’s purpose. The Israelites promised to obey whatever God’s response would be (even though He had already made this known to them previously.) When Jeremiah finally returned days later with the God’s response to stay, the people and leaders called him a liar and took him unwillingly with them towards Egypt. Really? I couldn’t believe the stupidity!

Then God spoke into my heart during my time of asking for forgiveness. Didn’t I do exactly what the Israelites had done in Jeremiah, going on my daily trip (work, errands, grandchildren…) all the while expecting Him to go where I – me, myself and I – wanted to go? Jeremiah’s story is everyone’s story – either being carried away on someone else’s headstrong journey or being headstrong myself on my own journey.  Do I even bother to ask God, before or in the midst of my journey, whether I should stay or go?

There are so many times God wants us to stay in very difficult circumstances, because He gets us through them and brings us closer to Him. I’ve been through many such situations and have stayed – through difficult times with marriage, parenting, family life and more. Often He asks me to stay, despite it all, promising that if I stay and seek Him that He will see me through it and bring me oh, so close to Him (carrying me if need be.) If only I would seek Him and His travels rather than my own Egypt-bound journey, God would be sovereign and I would follow, content and at peace knowing I was where He needed me.
by tlc

Friday, September 20, 2013

Misty Days


Sept. 20, 2013

I was driving early one morning. The cool air had mixed with the warm earth, creating a mist very thick and heavy. I saw just a few car lengths in front of me and only a headlight or two behind.  Little traffic littered the road and I felt the isolation and quiet of the foggy morning seep inside my soul. God spoke into that stillness, reminding me that I live my life in this way: seeing only the immediate circumstances I’m experiencing and nothing much else.

I arrived at my destination at peace, God having spoken to me of the future He had in store.  During the church service, I heard God’s Word in the message and sang His praises during the music worship time. The isolation and quiet I experienced during the drive was replaced with the companionship of Christ and my fellow believers.  Yet the stillness remained. I remind myself that I can hear God best when I focus on Him in the midst of my busy, traffic-filled life and try to listen. And when I feel alone and isolated in the fog of my circumstances, I will find He stays with me each step of the way.

Are you in chaotic or foggy circumstances right now? What is God saying to you through it all? Please share too!

Tlc 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Empty Nest


by tlc 
8-22-13

We took our last child to college this week and came home to an empty house. Oh sure, the bedroom was still intact yet empty and tidy, a strange thing in and of itself. That first evening alone was weird, we could eat whatever we felt like or go wherever we wanted. We could even go to bed at whatever time we desired! After 3 decades of parenting, we were finally on our own and at a complete loss.

So what did we do? We were so exhausted from the college move that we ordered our favorite kind of pizza and ate it while lounging on the sofa, watching the Cubs on TV. Next we decided we’d go to bed at the hour our folks do, before 10. They, too, are early risers.

For me, the part-time worker and full-time parent in the family, I found myself wandering around the next day without focus. I had mid-day plans to take a friend to an appointment but I wondered the whole time what my college kid was doing, no longer aware of my child’s schedule, plans, needs… So I chose to fast, focusing on God and lifting others up to Him through prayer. A short mid-day fast where I could ask Him what He had next for me. Even then I felt so unfocused.

What happened next amazed me – I heard Him clearly.  He told me He had waited for me to work through the emotions of parental letting go before bringing the idea of the fast to mind, seeking to comfort me. He pointed out the sign He provided the day before, a sign for my child as well as for me. The sunshine of the day had bounced off a CD of her music and created a rainbow, directly over her head. I will continue watching over her, I felt God say. 

I realize that parenting has defined me far more than any other role in my life. Now that I’m no longer needed as much by my kids, my plan was to spend more time with my spouse. Now I see that I can let Christ define me in whatever comes next. We will walk together even closer, hand-in-hand, He assures me. Yes, all three of us. 


P.S. What is God teaching you at this point in your life?

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

View from the Hammock 2


Being There
7-10-13

It took time for me to make it to the hammock again. After the writing conference, I found myself in catch-up mode. And then it happened, gut wrenching pain on my right side. Appendicitis complete with same day surgery and 3 weeks of recovery. I didn’t make it back to the hammock until just last week.

I tried writing a “from the couch” snippet but I was just too tired and groggy.  But while awaiting surgery at the hospital, I wrote an article on praying through pain and a poem about trust. I even read a book since it took awhile to squeeze me into the surgery schedule. As long as I stood, I wasn’t in too much pain, weirdly enough, so all this was done standing.

And then came the resting. I could barely stand and wasn’t able to do very much other than recover. My coworkers sent a meal and flowers and my daughters came to visit the next day when I was released. The grandkids looked on worriedly and then asked to see my ouchies. I couldn’t do a darn thing but lie there and just be.

I look at the gift of being there and marvel. I’m grateful that my appendix didn’t explode, God impressing on me the need to go see the doctor asap. My doctor was fully present and concerned, telling my spouse to take me to the ER right away. The hospital staff assessed the situation, sent me into surgery, and helped me with recovery. The folks who brought us meals at home eased the stress of the situation. I think about the blessing of each person in this process and see the hand of God just in them being there!

TLC
PS Are you going through a time of standing or just being right now? Who has God brought to your side during this?